The Red-Light Area

Love

I was pacing outside the interrogation room while I waited for the logged-book to sign-off before I handover the keys of patrolling car announcing the end of my duty. I was to be replaced with my substitute within minutes but unlike other times, I wasn’t looking forward for going home. Everything within me wanted to stay when the brain was thinking every possible way to take me out of the place knowing exact consequences that I may have to face with the prolonged stay.

Kiara had been taken inside for interrogation while her legal team paced outside the police station, drawing strategies. She was weeping, and looked so week and tired that I felt like engulfing her in a big bear hug. I wanted to comfort her.

“You think, she is involved?” whispered an officer who worked as a front desk officer as he eyed his colleague, expecting an answer. My ears perked up to listen to the answer to the very question that had been buzzing in my head from the moment Kiara had stepped in.

“She may be! Heart break does it to you.” Answered the lady companion as she furiously typed the report. “besides,” she added huffing. “she did it right if she did it. No man has a right to play with a woman’s feeling. He should have deciphered the consequences of his doings. I would have done the same if I were in her place.”

Feminist. I rolled my eyes at her response and continued playing with my mobile phone

“I don’t think she could be involved.” I mumbled not intending to make it audible, nonetheless, it did earn attention and although reluctantly I had to add an explanation. “She doesn’t look like a murderer. Hell, we don’t even know if it is a murder. He was a drug addict. He could have fell in the pool.” I shrugged slightly embarrassed.

“And how does a murderer, according to you, look like, Paige?” Asked Mathew Anderson making everyone laugh at my apparent stupid exclamation. I looked at my shoes embarrassed and mentally smacked Mathew’s head to the computer system at my right yet I didn’t say anything as I waited for the laughter to subside down. “and if that guy isn’t involved in Mohammedi’s murder then Vensmith would frame murder charges of that Prostitute’s case. Either way, the man is finished.” He added and the urge kill him boomed.

“You think she is involved?” Raien repeated tilting his head towards the police station making me shrug my shoulders. I didn’t know if she was, and I was too tired to care. I was exhausted and the only thing I wanted to do was crash my bed. My brain was a mess with all those thinking and the appearance of Kiara after a decade was overwhelming.